Pushing Daisies Mini fanfic
Title: None (haven't dfecide a title yet)
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Summary: takes place one morning, while Ned was staring at Chuck from his bed..
Pairing: Ned and Chuck
***I'm new at fanfics, specially PD's I apologize if I don't honour the characters
***feel free to make any grammar/spelling corrections, I made this at 1 am.. I didn't expect it to be perfect
The Pie Maker was, as every Morning, staring at his childhood sweetheart from his bed, trying to decide wether her hair was brown with red lights, or just red, and wether she was using some new skin product or it was just the way her skin looked like when she was asleep.. it seemed so soft, so smooth! he wished with all his heart he could at least touch her with the tip of his fingers.. oh how he wished that was possible. For a while, his thoughts were all Chuck's.
Without even realising he was already out of bed and right beside the lonely tourist's. You'll never even begin to picture how much Ned desired Chuck had never gotten into that cruise ship.. he was torn: another side of him, was grateful at the same time, because if she had not gotten into that cruise, she wouldn't be there with him. All of a sudden, Ned kissed her, pressing his lips against her in such a tender way! He couldn't help it, it was something beyond his control, he had no time to think, it was like a reflex, not against his will but involuntary.
Lonely Boy knew what that meant.. She'd join his father, Chuck'd be gone to a place he wouldn't be able to accompany her.. He soon felt something wet by his lips.. was that a tear? nope.. It was a kiss, from Chuck! The Pie Maker was astonshied. For a few seconds, which felt like eternity to him, he was motionless.. as stiff as a statue. By the moment he was finally able to move, he saw on Charlotte Charles's eyes, a look that spoke for a billion words.. there was a mutual kiss, and this time, believe it or not, there was no need for plastic wrap.
Soon kisses were not enough. They began to explore every inch of each other's body, as if there wasn't enough time left in the world for them to love each other. Neither The Pie Maker, nor the Lonely Tourist had shown that much passion on their entire lives. It seemed as if both had been saving passion locked deep down inside themselves, on a room of which key had belonged to the other since forever.
Both felt the necessity of holding each other closer, of embracing each other, to the point they could sense the temperature of their bodies, hear the sound of their heartbeats, beating at the same compass; of listening each other's breath. His arms were sorrounding her, making her feel a wonderful peace.
He was actually touching her, he could feel the texture of her skin!, oh on what a blissful state he was. He never thought that moment would ever come. He sensed something cold caressing his cheeck, followed by his name on a very, very familiar voice:
- Ned.. Ned, please. - Said Chuck.
- hm?.. - was his response
- Finally Sleeping Beauty has opened his eyes! It's late..
- what?
He didn't understand a thing. He found himself inside his bed on the position he usually adopted when he was staring at Chuck. She was wearing rubber gloves, and seemed concerned. His eyes were not deceiving him, he had opened his eyes only to come to reality, a world in which he couldn't touch the one person that meant most to him, the one he loved and adored, the unfair reality on which he continued to be The owner of 'The Pie Hole', who had the gift of bringing the deseaced back to life for a minute, and making them go back to be dead by touching them again.
It all had been a dream.. a dream too perfect to be true, although just enough to help him make it through another day, another day without being able to touch her, another illusion to hold on to.
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Summary: takes place one morning, while Ned was staring at Chuck from his bed..
Pairing: Ned and Chuck
***I'm new at fanfics, specially PD's I apologize if I don't honour the characters
***feel free to make any grammar/spelling corrections, I made this at 1 am.. I didn't expect it to be perfect
The Pie Maker was, as every Morning, staring at his childhood sweetheart from his bed, trying to decide wether her hair was brown with red lights, or just red, and wether she was using some new skin product or it was just the way her skin looked like when she was asleep.. it seemed so soft, so smooth! he wished with all his heart he could at least touch her with the tip of his fingers.. oh how he wished that was possible. For a while, his thoughts were all Chuck's.
Without even realising he was already out of bed and right beside the lonely tourist's. You'll never even begin to picture how much Ned desired Chuck had never gotten into that cruise ship.. he was torn: another side of him, was grateful at the same time, because if she had not gotten into that cruise, she wouldn't be there with him. All of a sudden, Ned kissed her, pressing his lips against her in such a tender way! He couldn't help it, it was something beyond his control, he had no time to think, it was like a reflex, not against his will but involuntary.
Lonely Boy knew what that meant.. She'd join his father, Chuck'd be gone to a place he wouldn't be able to accompany her.. He soon felt something wet by his lips.. was that a tear? nope.. It was a kiss, from Chuck! The Pie Maker was astonshied. For a few seconds, which felt like eternity to him, he was motionless.. as stiff as a statue. By the moment he was finally able to move, he saw on Charlotte Charles's eyes, a look that spoke for a billion words.. there was a mutual kiss, and this time, believe it or not, there was no need for plastic wrap.
Soon kisses were not enough. They began to explore every inch of each other's body, as if there wasn't enough time left in the world for them to love each other. Neither The Pie Maker, nor the Lonely Tourist had shown that much passion on their entire lives. It seemed as if both had been saving passion locked deep down inside themselves, on a room of which key had belonged to the other since forever.
Both felt the necessity of holding each other closer, of embracing each other, to the point they could sense the temperature of their bodies, hear the sound of their heartbeats, beating at the same compass; of listening each other's breath. His arms were sorrounding her, making her feel a wonderful peace.
He was actually touching her, he could feel the texture of her skin!, oh on what a blissful state he was. He never thought that moment would ever come. He sensed something cold caressing his cheeck, followed by his name on a very, very familiar voice:
- Ned.. Ned, please. - Said Chuck.
- hm?.. - was his response
- Finally Sleeping Beauty has opened his eyes! It's late..
- what?
He didn't understand a thing. He found himself inside his bed on the position he usually adopted when he was staring at Chuck. She was wearing rubber gloves, and seemed concerned. His eyes were not deceiving him, he had opened his eyes only to come to reality, a world in which he couldn't touch the one person that meant most to him, the one he loved and adored, the unfair reality on which he continued to be The owner of 'The Pie Hole', who had the gift of bringing the deseaced back to life for a minute, and making them go back to be dead by touching them again.
It all had been a dream.. a dream too perfect to be true, although just enough to help him make it through another day, another day without being able to touch her, another illusion to hold on to.